Ok so this chapter is going to be either realy short or fast or both.
I'm doing this on my break and when I get home and my laptop wont connect to the internet so I have to d ok this all only phone so sorry head of time if there a some misspellings.
Any ways, back to the story

A-some one from the john wick universe.

The night before
(Y/n) POV:

One last job is all that matters.
I thoght to myself as I loaded the magazine.
One last time.

I opened my suitcase only to realize I didnt have my suit.
Looking over un the corner I still had my jacket.
"Fuck it" I said as I slipped it on.
A quick patdown to make sure I had everything I needed.
1911- check
Wire-check
Switch blad- check
Bike- negative

It quickly dawned on me I had no way of getting there.
I looked out to see a row of cars in the street but knowing they might have alarms would draw too much attenchen.
Even for a minute.
Marionettes car!
Het car was old and likely didnt have an alarm.
I walked out, knife in hand and made my way to the parking garage.
He car door still unlocked.
I pulled down the wires from under the wheel and started up the rusted death trap.
Within minutes I was down the street, but something was off.
There was no one anywhere.
A city so lively in the day yet dead at night.
Did the local mafia have such a tight grip on paris and its people?

I didnt matter right now, only the mission mattered.
After a few minutes I saw it.
The bar we had stopped at.
The lights were on and people we gathering insode.
I stiped and parked the car a few blocks and made my my way on foot.
Men with tailored suits and baggy clothes walked in.
Gathered around for a meeting I guessed.
They spoke and screamed and cured each other out as i watched from around the corner.
Things were getting heated.
Suddenly they all fell silent as victor strolled in.
His thin but curly brown hair layed half way down bus neck, almost hiding that wine bottle tattoo on his nick.
Clean shaved and pressed in a fine tailored suit with a red tie.
He spoke and the others listened.
Now was my chance.
Under the cover of the night I snuck around back in the gravel parking lot.
I ket my head steady as I made my way to what looked like I locked back door.
I stepped back and pulled my hoodie over my head, before knocking.
As the door cracked open I reached in and pulled a large bald man out.
Crossing my leg with his and throwing him down to the ground.
He turn back ready to scream, until I dropped the heel of my shoe on his face.
A loude crack from his nose that was now broken drew more attention.
" what was that?"
I heard another voice call out.
I jumped in and closed the door behind me.
A kitchen, I stepped in to a small kitchen.
I looked around a found a small tabel to du k umder.
As I did foot steps echoed from behind me.
Two men had ran out to the back door .
I looked up to see a cast iron pan hanging over me.
I reached up and pulled it down as the back door opened.
" the hell happened to him?" Somone called out.
Without thinking I opened the down and brought down the pan on somones head.
A man covered in tattoos stepped back as the guy next to him went down.
"Catch" I said tossing him the pan.
He stopped to catch the pan in both arms.
I pulled out my gun and pistol whipped him.
He fell with the pan still in his hand.
"Too easy" I said turning back to close the door.
I walked over to a stove and blew out the fire.
Making sure to turn up all the stow gas on high I made.my wah to the door holding the meeting.

"It dosnt matter if they got away. All the matters is that we find them. Girls like them woude make a killing. Especially that brunette. The ass kn the other one would fetch an good price" somone spoke out.
"Fuck that, ya think I'd sell somen like dat, no no. After what my boys went  through, you owe me." A man in a Irish accent called out.
" you cam have one, I dont care which just as long as you can make more, I'm sure your boys can handle them right?"

I knew who they were talking about.
"Block it out" I said to myself.
The smell of gas was getting stronger and stronger.
I peaked out to see how many were out.
22, likely armed and ready to kill.
I took a deep breath, and opened the door.

I swung the door as hard as I could, slamming it up against the wall.
The deafening boom made all the heads turn.
I pulled down my hoodie as I strode my way to the bar.
"Who the fuck??" Someone cread out.
My back turned but the sounds of guns drawn on my was a sound I was all too familiar with.
I pored down a glass of what ever was closest.

"You!! You're the one that was out In my lot!!!" I turn back too see victor scream. Rage seething through his teeth.
" who the fuck are you!?!? No better question is, who the fuck do you think you are, to walk in to my bar, on my meeting in front my my guest!!!"
Victor screamed as I took a sip.
Cold, bitter and sour.
I spit the drink in his face.
" no wonder you do sex trafficking, you got nothing but trash water here."

He was stunned, no one had ever disrespected him. Let alone spat in his face before.
"Who the fuck are you?!"
He said regaining his composure.

"Oh god....." the Irish man spoke out.
Everyone including me looked back at him.
That's when I realized I knew him.
Gillagin Mcoral.
Drug smuggling, and black market organ provider.
$22,000 reword for his head.
I looked back at victor, his head still turned away from m im ne.
I quickly reached in to his pocket and felt a cold metal square.
A lighter, perfect.

"You know him??" A man I a blue police uniform stepped out.
Buzz cut, slightly over weight, with a prosthetic leg.
"H...he's....." sweat began beating down his face.
I pulled my hoodie back over my head.
"He's the right hand"
"The right hand?" Victor asked.
I reached in to my pocked and pulled out the metal wires.
Wrapping them around Victor's neck and pulling him down to his knees.
"Bingo" I said as I held out the gold plated zippo lighter.
Gillagin jumped to his feet and made a break for the door.
Befor le he could even get five feet away I flipped the lighter open and sparked it.

In an instant, I felt the hot rush of heat flow over me.
The earth shattering boom erupted from all around.
There wasn't enough gas to blow the bar up, but there was just enough to catch everyone on fire.
I opened my eyes to see them burn.
Some scremed as they fell, other ran blind and some went out the window. Dead before even hitting the ground.
The wall had begun to burn and the ceiling had just caught fire.

The heat growing stronger and stronger, by the minute.
Victor who was on his knees stared in horror.
I let him go as patted down my shoulders. Noticing the fire resistant fabric was wearing thin.

"Wh...why...why did you do this?" He said turning back.
I said nothing as I pulled out my gun and shot his right leg.
He scremed in pain as he fell back.
The fire had spread across the floor and caught his arm.
He pulled back and began to slam his arm on the floor.
He then back to me as I stepped forward.
He jumped on his good leg and hopped to the door that was now engulf in flames.
He turn back to the back of the room only to come gave to face with more fire.
He turn to the window and jumped.

I didn't rush, he wasnt going to get far.
I walked over and gently stepped over the shattered window.
Victor still jumping on his one good leg.
I took aim and shot the other leg.
He scremed as he fell, clutching his other bleeding leg.

He turned flat on his back, looking back at me.
"Wait wait please!!! I can give you anything you want. Yo uh want money I have money, you wamt women I have women!!!"

My blood boiled at his offer.
I put my gun away and stepped closer.
As I leaned down and gripped his throat I felt his heart begin to race.
With all my strength I held him over my head.
" please....please..." were his last words.
As the bar burned behind us I felt the heat hrow stronger and stronger.
I turned and threw him in.

His screams echoed through the night as I walked away.

Sorry if it's not as good I'm tight on time this week and didnt have time to put as much effort as normal but I promise the next chapter will be better.
Trust me.
Anyways part 2 will be out next week.